He woke up in a house with empty cupboards and carpet that didn’t quite meet the wall. He was in his forties but had no real recollection of his thirties. His hair resembled the kind of matted grass that only happens when the yard floods and the water eventually runs off under the fence. He was scared and lonely and found solace in a bag of pretzels. “It was the crunch”, he told the reporters when the they came to ask questions. He never satisfied the answers for the question why. He never even entertained them.